Sublime

Today I will sleep...

But my dreams already came and went.

What horrid images were portrayed, hmm...

Images that would make you scream and call out for mercy .

But images that would make me do nothing but lay.

My eyes are open, uselessly flitting, image after image...

An array of deaths foreshadow the wall, looming up like a giant in front of me, besides my shadow.

They leave such bloodlust trails.

My dreams, the ones I've had lately, they seem to rise above me, I do not like the way they look at me, as if my being was grimy.

Grit cover the floor, and now I'm hallucinating.

There are sparks, like fire, striking against the grime-stained marble wall.

I am on my knees

Reviews

[Mario Vitale]

Very nice poem stretching the imagination. The impulse of true desire in your words. You have transformed creativity to quite a mystery. The poem is deep into the subconscious leaving a brilliant aura intact. A challenge to be free is a question of time. Reach for the stars in your route to creative excellence.